The monk of the Moon Wheel Country can't wait to smash the cute lynx girl into a pulp, and shout my Buddha's mercy. Therefore, Ning Que put the slender Pu knife on the monk's neck, and then said that the master didn't seem to understand compassion.

The skin on the monk's neck trembled slightly because of the chill on the blade, he looked at the clothes on Ning Que's body, his face showed alarm, and his voice was slightly hoarse and asked, "Tang Ren?"

Ning Xiao nodded.

The monk forcibly calmed his mind, looked at him on the other side through the slender blade, and said, "You are a sneak attack. ”

Ning Que didn't look at him, looked at the few snowflakes that slowly fell on the blade, and said, "You have the final say."

The monk did not expect his answer to be like this, and for a moment he did not know how to answer, and his slightly dark cheeks under the hat stiffened with embarrassment...... Said in a deep voice: "Unreasonable?"

Ning Que looked at him and smiled, and said, "I didn't see you reasoning just now. ”

The monk was speechless.

Ning Que looked at the face under the shadow of the hat, and suddenly asked, "How do you think it should end?"

The monk's eyes under the hat lit up slightly, looked at him and said, "The poor monk is not convinced, so fight again." ”

The Tmall girl closest to the two of them listened to the monk's words, her little face turned red and she taunted: "Do you want to be shameless? Just now, it was obviously you who attacked me, but it turned out that we attacked you secretly, why do you still fight you?"

Ning Que didn't seem to hear her words, slowly removed the Pu knife that rested on the monk's throat, fell onto the thick snow, and dragged his hand back a few steps back to distance himself from the monk.

The monk looked at him in silence, then raised his right hand and took off the hat on top of his head, revealing a bald head wrapped in green cloth and eyes that were indifferent and wary. He didn't know who this young Tang man who suddenly appeared was, and he couldn't see the other party's realm, so there were only two possibilities, the young Tang man's realm was far higher than his own or the other party was not a cultivator.

The monk thought that this possibility was too small, and he had seen Ning Que's archery technique as sharp as a divine sword technique before, but he had not used any cultivator's means, and he became more and more convinced that the other party was an ordinary person, if it was an ordinary person, then how could he defeat himself again when a cultivator like himself was prepared?

The monk of the Moon Wheel Kingdom stared at Ning Que not far away, took a deep breath, his dark feet slowly fell into the snow, the melted water at his feet spread out to the surroundings, and the black rosary nailed to the tree by the feather arrow trembled violently, and then forcibly broke free from the arrow cluster and flew back, and was grabbed by the right hand of the steady dìng in front of him.

"Please. ”

The monk looked at Ning Que with a condensed expression and said for a moment, a hideous color suddenly appeared on his face, and the black rosary roared through the air, and after the rosary, the iron rod smashed into Ning Que's body like thunder!

Between the snow forests, the grass screens, withered leaves, and slush flew wildly, and the vitality of heaven and earth was agitated for a while, as if it was about to explode.

Ning Que held the thin handle of the Pu knife in both hands, and the grass woven rope used to absorb sweat was densely wrapped in the carved pattern of the handle, and his fingertips felt the most familiar touch of the harong grass, staring at the iron rod that came through the snow and the wind, and the string of black prayer beads that were whistling and circling, without any expression on his face.

Just as the rosary was about to disappear from sight, he bent his knees slightly, jumped up like a snow fox accustomed to hunting in the snow, and moved forward along a very low curve against the snow.

The distance was quickly narrowed, he flipped his hands, and the slender Pu knife was provoked from below, picking off the snowflake grass clippings in front of the front, and the tip of the blade accurately hit the string of prayer beads that were circling and hovering to trap the blade!

With a sharp grinding sound that made people sore their teeth, the sharp tip of the knife forcibly stopped the rotation of the rosary, and then Ning Que's wrist passed again, and Pu Dao shook and directly lifted the rosary from in front of him!

The rosary whimpered and flew away, and I don't know where it fell into the snow, the monk's dark cheeks suddenly turned pale, and there was no trace of the natal rosary in the sea of consciousness, and he was deeply injured.

Ning Que's blow worked, where would he be soft, and as soon as he made a mistake in his footsteps, the slender Pu knife naturally dragged behind him, and his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, holding the handle of the knife with both hands and slashing forward with all his strength!

The blade slashes through the slowly falling snowflakes in the air.

Slash the iron rod that covers the face like a gray shadow.

There was a loud thunderous sound.

A soft hiss.

The monk's already torn cotton robe suddenly had a deeper opening, and the blood stained the blooming cotton.

He kicked his right foot accurately on the monk's knee, and then with a twist of his wrist, the slender Pu knife flipped in the air, and the back of the knife slashed into the monk's throat, holding back the scream that was about to be released.

The monk of the Moon Wheel Country knelt on one knee with a snap, blood kept flowing from the corners of his lips, and the deep knife marks on the cotton robe on his chest made him look really terrifying and miserable on the outside, but in fact, Ning Que was very measured, he didn't have to worry about life at all, but he felt the chill on his neck again, and his dark cheeks had already become extremely white.

The look of shock, fear and confusion kept changing in the monk's eyes, he didn't understand, he didn't understand what was happening at that moment before, why the other party was obviously an ordinary person, but he was able to pick up his natal rosary and force himself into such a desperate and miserable situation.

In a moment, the victory and defeat were divided, looking at the blood-stained monk kneeling in the snow, the young disciples of the ink pond garden of the Great River Country covered their lips, they were not sympathetic to the hateful monk of the Moon Wheel Country, but they did not expect that this slender and ordinary looking Pu knife, lightning like a rosary, slashed the snow and the iron rod and cut the monk's robe, until it rested on the throat of the monk of the Moon Wheel Country, it did not give the other party any chance to fight back at all!

The most shocking picture for them is the same as the picture that makes the monk feel cold at this time, why can the blade of this young Tang man pick the string of jet-black prayer beads?

It's not about knife skills. The natal rosary of Buddhist practitioners is like the flying sword of a swordsman, and its speed is so fast that the naked eye cannot capture its flight trajectory at all. If you can't see it, you can't predict how it will fly, then the best sword skills in the world can't pick it off, but this young Tang man has managed to do just that.

The fact that the feather arrow outside the forest was able to hit the rosary can also be explained by the fact that the lynx girl was fighting against the monks of the Moon Wheel Country at that time, and the reason why the rosary was fixed on the sword of the great river, so how to explain it this time?

Ning Que held the handle with one hand, looked at the half-kneeling monk of the Moon Wheel Country under the blade, shook his head and said: "You have to fight the second game, you can't blame me for being a person in the righteous path, why do you have to divide yourself into life and death?"

This sentence is exactly what the monk of the Moon Wheel Kingdom said before after injuring the three disciples of Mochi Yuan, at this time, Ning Que knocked down this monk and then returned this sentence to him, and the girls of the Great River Country behind him were extremely relieved to hear it.

The monk glanced up at Ning Que and asked hoarsely, "I admit defeat, may I ask Your Excellency's surname." ”

Ning Que was very satisfied with the fact that there was only fear and confusion in his eyes, and there was no resentment and hatred, but he was not very satisfied with this kind of question that was too rich in the flavor of martial arts novels, and said with a slight frown: "I want to know what my name is, I hope to find a place in the future?"

"Don't dare. The monk coughed twice, raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his lips, and said, "It's just that after I go back, the elders ask me that I can't say that I lost at the hands of an unknown Tang man." ”

Ning Que was silent, as if he was thinking about whether he should report the name of his teacher.

The monks of the Moon Wheel Country waited silently, and the girls of the Great River Country in the field were also curiously waiting for answers, and even the girl's hand behind the yellow cloth gently rested the brush in her hand on the inkstone."

Ning Que said: "If the seniors of the White Pagoda Temple ask, you will say that the person who defeated you is Zhong Dajun of the Academy. ”

Hearing the word academy, the originally stiff body of the monk of the Moon Wheel Kingdom trembled slightly, and his voice trembled slightly: "It turned out to be a fellow monk of the academy, which is really abrupt. ”

"When you ask me about my master, you must have the idea of using the White Pagoda Temple of the Moon Wheel Country or even the Temple to suppress me. ”

Ning Que looked at the monk's bald head wrapped in a green cloth and said, "But it's a pity that I'm a student of the academy, and I think everyone agrees that there is no place in this world that can suppress the academy." ”

The body of the monk of the Moon Wheel Kingdom trembled even more, and he said, "The little monk doesn't dare to have this idea. ”

"It doesn't matter if there is or not, our academy has always been the most reasonable and well-behaved place, and the first class we take is etiquette, so we can't help but intervene when we see things that don't follow the rules. ”

"A great monk who has just entered the realm of confusion dares to be so ruthless? is amazing? Can he rob other people's places? Qu Nima is good...... That's the name, right? ”

While Ning Que was educating the monks under the knife, he remembered the words of Cao Zhifeng, a professor of etiquette, and the second senior brother.

The professor once said that the rules of the academy are very simple, whoever has the biggest fist will set the rules, and obeying the rules is etiquette. The second senior brother's request for his trip to the wasteland is very simple, no matter what the situation is, he is not allowed to lose the face of the academy, in other words, he is only allowed to bully others, and he is not allowed to be bullied by anyone.

These words were actually said by the girls of the Great River Country before, and he just repeated them, but the so-called flesh is on the board and the knife is on the neck, and the power of words is naturally completely different. The monk of the Moon Wheel Kingdom did not dare to have any doubts, but listened honestly, for fear that the hot-blooded student of the academy would leave another bloody wound on his neck with a shake of his hand.

", don't come later. ”

Ning Que removed the Pu knife and said to the monk.

However, he said in his heart to the proud senior brothers and sisters in the mountains in the south of the distant Chang'an City, as well as the proud big white goose: Little junior brother, I haven't embarrassed the academy, and now I have begun to bully people.

"Thank you, senior brother, for your help. ”

"You're welcome. ”

Ning Que did not have the habit and hobby of walking the rivers and lakes in a decent family and carrying a sedan chair, so he stopped him from bowing down and avoiding the cold noise for too long, and said directly: "The name of the academy cannot eat the whole world, even if the Baita Temple is jealous, it can still make trouble for you, you should be careful." ”

The lynx girl frowned beside her, and said a little unhappily: "Senior brother, why did you give that guy a second chance to fight? What if you can't pick that string of prayer beads?"

Zhihua thought to himself that this Senior Brother Zhong was kind enough to help me and others, Senior Sister, why are you still making false accusations, worried that the other party would be displeased, smiled apologetically, and said: "That monk should be a second-generation disciple of the Moon Wheel Kingdom, I didn't expect to be able to go under Senior Brother Zhong for a round, and I think Senior Brother should also be a leader in the academy." ”

The smile on Ning Que's face was a little far-fetched, secretly thinking that he habitually hid his true identity, and Mo would make a big name for Zhong Dajun in the world in the future, and it would be too late to cry at that time.

Led the big black horse away from Wenxi, walking slowly along the lakeside, the snowflakes in the air were denser than before, Ning Que quietly looked at the snow scene in the lake, and his mind kept analyzing and reminiscing about today's battle.

Chivalry, grace and glory have always been the dirty air emitted by the human body for him, and there is no meaning, the reason why he gave the monk of the Moon Wheel Country a second chance before was not to fight until the other party was convinced, but that he needed an opponent to test the knife and realize the new fighting method that he had figured out these days.

The battle is really yàn, and the compatriots in the Datang military camp will definitely not be able to do it, because there is no way to be ruthless. A truly strong person like Prince Longqing will definitely not be able to, because it is very likely to be ruthless by the other party, and the monk of Baita Temple who met today is in a state of confusion, which is the most suitable object, so suitable that his hands began to tremble with excitement when he held the handle of the knife.

In the battle, he made two swords, and the speed and the accurate grasp of strength have been greatly improved compared to when he was in Weicheng, but the key point is not this, but that he did not use any cultivation means An opponent at the level of the monk of Baita Temple, he can deal with it without using cultivation methods~~ This is also the basis of the fighting method he wants to try.

Spring Breeze Pavilion on a rainy night, a sword towards Xiaoshu Yingshui, I don't know how many underworld masters in Chang'an City have been killed, Beishan Daokou, the gray sword shadow of the Demon Sect swordsman, so that the most elite guards of the Tang Dynasty suffered heavy casualties. Compared to ordinary martial artists, cultivators always seem extremely powerful, and it is difficult to defeat at all.

In Ning Que's opinion, the main reason was that cultivators controlled the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi with their telekinesis, and the speed of the Natal Flying Sword or other weapons was much faster than that of ordinary martial arts in the world, and the trajectory was unpredictable.

But this is not a problem for him who has already entered the cultivation world, although he has only mastered ten tricks, his qualifications are extremely poor, and he can control very little heaven and earth vitality, if he uses a flying sword to fight against people, he cannot gain the upper hand in speed and power, but his perception is extremely keen, and he can clearly detect the slightest changes in the surrounding heaven and earth vitality.

The trace of unnatural changes in the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is not something that all cultivators can capture, Ning Que is trying to capture it, as long as he can capture that thread, then he will be able to know when the hostile cultivator will make a move, and know how the opponent's natal object is operating.

Today he succeeded, so when the prayer beads of the monks of the Moon Wheel Country roared in, the naked eye could not see the trajectory of the movement at all, but in his sea of consciousness, it was extremely clear and extremely slow.

Mastering the trajectory of the enemy's natal object is only the first step, and in this kind of battle, Ning Que needs to close the distance between him and the opponent's cultivator in the shortest possible time, and drag the opponent into close combat.

Just like what he said to Situ Yilan that day. In his opinion, the vast majority of cultivators in the world are immersed in meditation and flying swords, and they have no beauty in their forms, and they can be magicians but do not know how to be executioners.

Moreover, except for the peak powerhouses of the martial arts and the masters of the Demon Sect, all the cultivators in the world have a fatal problem, their physical bodies and abilities are too fragile in comparison. If there is no strong attendant, who is close to a guy like him who is used to life and death with sharp swordsmanship, then there is only one way to die.

Ning Que would ponder this way of fighting, which was related to his own cultivation qualifications. Before becoming a Divine Rune Master, if you want to defeat a cultivator who is similar to your own realm, or even higher than yourself, you must have some different means, and this is also related to what Master Yan Se said before leaving Chang'an City.

At that time, Master Yan Se looked at him and said calmly: "Even if you can fly your sword into the clouds and kill the enemy of thousands of miles, if that enemy can protect a foot in front of you, this earth-shattering sword is meaningless. And even a guy like Liu Bai, once he is approached by your second senior brother, he can only be dumbfounded. Therefore, it is more important than anything else to manage the land in front of you. ”

The sword is thousands of miles, less than a foot in front of him.

Ning Que led the big black horse and stood quietly in the snow by the lake.

He looked at the sky a hundred miles away, and drew his sword to cut down a snowflake in front of him.